Holding the journal with her slender fingers , she sits on the bed snuggled up in the wintery warmth. As the events of the day passes her mind , her eyes seem to dull , tears pooling by .

 The eyes ,a witness to her horrible day and the pages of her journal , a witness to her falling droplets ., 

Tears pool out of my eyes

 It can no longer bear the guise 

Of the laughter that masks

 The hopeless sighs

 Or the smile that hides

 The broken tides

How much have I cried

'cos of this dunya that has my heart tied

And my eyes open wide 

As they lay awake at night

Dreaming , for a blissful life

When hope in me died

 And no one was left by my side

 It was You Al Hadi

 Who guided my mind

 To the only path

 that was and is right

 It was You Al Jabbar 

Who mended my sight 

For blurry were my eyes 

Getting blinded by the lies 

Of this measly life 

It was You Al Naseer

 Who helped me in my dark times 

When tears fell from my eyes

 Only getting dried

 With the wind passing by 

And now I wish

 I did not cry 

Except for You 

O Rabb of mine